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Allison was easily maneuvered onto her back by her powerful sister. It only took Katie a second to ensnare her head into her massive thighs and lace her right foot in behind her left knee and lock in a figure four headscissor.

“All three of you ladies must know this one right? I think you do. You all know what is going to happen next.”

Katie was mocking them now. She knew all three of them had finished their matches with headscissor submissions or, in Vikki’s case, a knockout.

The three of them knew what she was doing now. Punishing Allison with their own moves. It sat well with none of them.

Now though Katie could control the action and blather on a bit more.

“Tell me girls.. think any of you can match the power I can bring with these?” and she slapped her own thigh, full of muscle. She rolled Allison to the side and lifted her own hips off the mat, increasing the pressure.

“I don’t think any of you can. Tell me. Is my sister going beddy bye? I’ll bet she is…. This isn’t my preferred method of winning but there is something thrilling about feeling a head being ground up and feeling the life and movements cease from an opponent…. Oh that’s right, you all know exactly how it feels.”

They watched as Allison’s face slackened and her eyes, already glassed over, began to droop. Her hand came up, but they didn’t know if she was beckoning for help, signaling submission or if it was just a reflex.

“Watch girls. She’s done. And if she’s not I think I’ll just pour on some more power. Like all of you did to my team.”

Katie was making them all pay now. Some mentally, one physically.

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Allison was easily maneuvered onto her back by her powerful sister. It only took Katie a second to ensnare her head into her massive thighs and lace her right foot in behind her left knee and lock in a figure four headscissor.

“All three of you ladies must know this one right? I think you do. You all know what is going to happen next.”

Katie was mocking them now. She knew all three of them had finished their matches with headscissor submissions or, in Vikki’s case, a knockout.

The three of them knew what she was doing now. Punishing Allison with their own moves. It sat well with none of them.

Now though Katie could control the action and blather on a bit more.

“Tell me girls.. think any of you can match the power I can bring with these?” and she slapped her own thigh, full of muscle. She rolled Allison to the side and lifted her own hips off the mat, increasing the pressure.

“I don’t think any of you can. Tell me. Is my sister going beddy bye? I’ll bet she is…. This isn’t my preferred method of winning but there is something thrilling about feeling a head being ground up and feeling the life and movements cease from an opponent…. Oh that’s right, you all know exactly how it feels.”

They watched as Allison’s face slackened and her eyes, already glassed over, began to droop. Her hand came up, but they didn’t know if she was beckoning for help, signaling submission or if it was just a reflex.

“Watch girls. She’s done. And if she’s not I think I’ll just pour on some more power. Like all of you did to my team.”

Katie was making them all pay now. Some mentally, one physically.